A/N: Okay so I am aware that I am an awful person for not updating this for over 2 weeks but it was Christmas and then I got really bad writers block.

Awaking the next morning with a pounding in his head was Bellamy's first indication of his actions the previous next indication was the smell of his own breath, although none of them had anytime or resources to brush their teeth they still had herbs that kept them clean. Now though his breath stank of alcohol.

Rolling over in bed the pounding in his head momentarily worsened until he settled his head back onto the rolled up cloth Clarke found for a pillow. Now facing the door of the tent Bellamy was aware that Clarke's side of the bed wasn't cold so she hadn't been gone for long. A smile crept over his face as he realised that there was a mug of water balanced precariously on the edge of the bed.

Thank goodness Princess cares about me he thought to himself otherwise I might be dying of dehydration in here. He reached over a grabbed the mug pouring the contents down his throat, the cool liquid starting to clear his head already.

Due to the clearing of his head memories of the previous night start to resurface. Talking to Raven, watching Clarke, talking to Clarke. Crap! What the hell had he said to her. Something about her legs, her feet?

"Beautiful" He muttered out loud. "I called her beautiful."

A surge of panic rushed though him as the compliments he had given her rushed back into his brain. They were all true enough and he'd thought them plenty of times but that didn't mean he'd ever say them to her face. It was one of the reasons he'd decided not to drink after the left Camp Jaha. He knew that if he started then he wouldn't stop and then all the feelings he had tried to ignore for Clarke would be expressed by a very drunk version of him. That had obviously happened last night and now he had to deal with Clarke mocking him.

Raising the mug of water to his face he splashed some down his neck trying to remember how she had reacted last night. His face wasn't sore so she hadn't slapped him and she'd left him water so she didn't seem to be angry. Giggling? He remembered her giggling. Had she laughed at him when he'd complimented her. No that didn't seem right. It wasn't mocking laughter, it was embarrassed laughter. She wasn't offended by his actions she had been complimented.

At that moment the laugh that Bellamy had caused last night sounded again right outside the door of the tent. Clarke was stood outside the door with one hand outstretched, about to walk into the tent. Bellamy tensed up, ready for the outpouring that she was probably going to give him when she entered.

Pushing the door open Clarke entered the tent and held out a canteen full of water. "Morning Bell. How's your head?" She was using her doctor voice but that didn't disguise the concern that was underlying the question.

It took Bellamy a few moments to realise that she wasn't going to throw the water at him nor was she going to shout at him. He sat up in the bed and took the water from her finishing it in the seconds. Once the water was gone he looked up at her and slowly replied to the question.

"Alright actually. I'm not too sure how much I had to drink last night though." He raised an eyebrow hoping to get a response about his compliments and how drunk he'd been.

Clarke though had decided to ignore him and started to pack up the medical supplies she'd dumped in the corner of the tent when they'd set it up yesterday. "Neither am I, you were sat with Raven for a while and then decided that you wanted to sit with me." The was a hint of laughter in her voice but she didn't bring up why he'd wanted to sit with her.

Deciding that he needed to start organising everyone in camp so they could leave before midday Bellamy pushed the furs of his legs and stood up looking around for the shirt he discarded last night. He turned to face Clarke and see if the shirt was over her side of the tent but she had her back to him looking out the tent door.

It was the same routine every morning whenever he got dressed with her in the tent she always looked away. It was almost as if she was uncomfortable by the sight of his bare chest. Why though he couldn't understand. She'd slept on his chest plenty of times with and without a shirt on so why did she always look away whenever he changed. Oh well, Princess is probably trying to preserve my dignity.

Once he was dressedhe packed up the bedding that they'd brought with them from Camp Jaha. Before they'd left the sleeping arrangements had been organised and tents and blankets shared out. There were about 3 people per tent and the supplies were shared evenly between the tent mates. Clarke had tried to carry some of the blankets for their tent but Bellamy reminded her that as the camp medic she had to be able to move through the group without a huge pack on her back.

The rest of the 100 had been up for a little while and most had started to dismantle tents and pack up supplies. Collapsing their tent Bellamy looked over to Clarke who was helping get some of the more sleepy people out of bed. They shared a look as they knew they had to get everyone up soon. The aim was to leave the dropship before noon so that they could hopefully find a new home before dark.

…..

Sometimes he wishes he'd stayed on the Ark. There were no mechanic's to get drunk with and spill all your secrets and if he'd been from a normal family, no sister's to pester you all day. As much as he loved being around the 100 and his sister if they were going to spend the whole day annoying him about Clarke then another war with the Grounders would be preferable.

It had started pretty much as soon as he had left his tent. Raven was already up and about checking the dropship over for any electrical they could use. She'd spotted him immediately and had came over to see how his head was.

"Good Morning Bellamy." The voice sounded loud in his ears and in no way help to alleviate his slight headache. "How's the head?"

"Oh just fine. No thanks to you encouraging me to drink so much last night."

Raven smirked as she lent against the tent that Bellamy was helping to dismantle. "Ohh but you where telling me so many interesting things." She lent forward at that point and dropped her voice. "Especially about Clarke and certain things you've been feeling."

He quickly pulled his head away from hers quickly and finished folding the tent. "You mention that to anyone and you'll not be getting any protection out in the forest from me." It was an empty threat, he would never intentionally leave one of his own out in the forest but it seemed to make Raven think.

"Fine, but you'll have to tell her. She's not stupid, she'll figure it out soon." Raven placed a hand on his arm and then turned away. She headed of over to the other side of the camp and then started a conversation with Octavia.

The conversation with Octavia had turned out to be about him. She'd appeared at his side nearly 10 minutes later while he was organising the gunner's ammo for today's hike.

"Hi Bell" Octavia was using that innocent voice that she used whenever she wanted something or if she was bored. "I was talking to Clarke a moment ago."

"Oh really? And why would that concern me?" He knew where she was going with this. Her and Raven had an in depth conversation earlier so Raven obviously told her.

Octavia reached down to grab a handful of bullets and started to sort them. "Yeah, she was telling me about how irresistible certain co-leaders think she is."

"WHAT?" The bullets that he had in his hand where now on the floor, he hadn't told Clarke that. Had he?

He grabbed Octavia's shoulders and turned her to face him. He was confronted with a smile and a laughing Octavia. "Oh Bell, you should see your face. You looked terrified."

He let go of her shoulders and lent down to pick up the bullets. Octavia followed him to the ground but for a different reason, she was doubled over from laughing so hard. "Well, I'm glad you think this is entertaining." He grumbled to her slightly shaking form.

"What's entertaining."

The voice sounded behind him and then the blonde head appeared next to his shoulder. Clarke reached down to pull Octavia of from the ground, quickly checking her over as she did. Crap Bellamy thought, did she hear what O said.

"Umm nothing to be worried about Princess, just something O said that I thought was funny." He tried to make it sounds as if it was no big deal but the smile and raised eyebrows that he got from Clarke told him he'd failed miserably. She looked at him slightly expectantly and then turned away towards the rest of the 100.

They'd all assembled around where the old gate used to be waiting for their leaders to tell them that they were starting the search for their new home.

"Alright everyone. We know you're excited about finding somewhere new to live but we've still got to be careful out there. Everyone needs to stay behind Miller but in front of me and if you need to stop then ask one of the gunner's to stay with you." Clarke addressed the camp and then looked over to Bellamy knowing he'd pick up were she had finished. It had been agreed last night that Miller would lead, Clarke would bring up the rear and Bellamy would wander in-between.

After he'd finished explaining the gunner's roles for today the 100 dispersed to pick up their packs and make final checks of the dropship. They were leaving in 20 minutes. Clarke was still stood next to Bellamy looking at out into the forest.

"Well then" She started up from her spot next to him. "I better go grab my pack... and wash my hands" she said looking down at all the mud she'd managed to get on her hands.

"After all.." She continued " I wouldn't want my amazing hands that save so many lives to get dirty. Would I Bell?"

What? She remembered? she knew? Why the hell hadn't she said anything? Bellamy gapped after her as she quickly jogged across the camp to where Octavia was holding her bag for her. Damn if she knew but hadn't shouted at him could that possibly mean that she felt something for him too.

He quickly stopped that train of thought. It would get him anywhere yet especially if they didn't have anywhere to survive the winter. Plus thinking about Clarke Griffin and her stupid hands was a bit too much for him to handle when he knew he'd spend the day making sure she was safe.

…..

That was five hours ago when they were safe within their old camp grounds. Not that they weren't safe out in the forest too. There were no Grounders to look out for just the occasional Reaper that hadn't been saved yet.

The problem now was Clarke Griffin and her desire to put everyone before herself. She'd insisted on being at the back of the group, to watch for any injuries that might happen. He'd tried to argue but she was right. If anyone hurt themselves she'd be the first one to spot it and help them out.

However she hadn't counted on getting hurt herself. No one had noticed for a little while and Bellamy was helping one of the younger kids who was struggling with the weight of her pack. He was trying to make sure that he floated around the group making conversation with Clarke and keeping the rowdy teenagers in line.

Clarke had tripped and fallen against a tree hurting her ankle and bumping her head in the process. She'd kept walking and hadn't said a word to anyone, not even when Octavia had come to make sure she was drinking properly. That was the problem with Clarke, Bellamy thought, unless she was bleeding out then everyone needed to be treated before her.

Luckily though he'd managed to alleviate the problem with the younger kid, Ella he thought her name was, and then had dropped to the back to keep Clarke company. It had taken him all of ten minutes to notice that she was limping and that a large red patch was forming on the left of her forehead. Noticing she was hurt was one thing, getting her to stop and let him bandage her ankle was another task entirely.

"Clarke we need to do something about your ankle. It's getting worse." Bellamy was trying to get her to allow him to stop the group for a break. "And if it gets worse then you'll only slow us down." He cut of the start of her sentence but didn't manage to persuade her.

"Bell, it's fine. Stop fussing, I can still walk can't I?" She now breathing heavier and her walking pace had slowed. She was leaning over to one side as well favouring her right foot instead of the left slightly swollen one.

They'd been arguing over stopping for nearly 10 minutes when Octavia and Lincoln appeared at the back with them. After being turned from a Reaper Lincoln had decided to join the 100 and make his home with them providing them with a liaison between them and the Grounders and someone who knew the plants of the forest. Bellamy wasn't too happy about him sharing a tent with O but then she was happy and Lincoln provided some very useful information.

"God Clarke what did you do?" Octavia yelled looking down at the ankle that was now bright red. "You need to either bandage that or stop walking altogether."

"Thank you O. That was exactly what I told her." Thank god for little sister's, he thought, as Clarke nodded in agreement with Octavia's statement. "Alright everyone, take a break."

As soon as he'd told the other's to stop Clarke practically collapsed to the ground. He knelt down in front of her and pulled up the bottom of her trousers. Her ankle was bright red and very swollen, there was no way he was going to allow her to walk on that for the next couple of hours.

"Well you can't walk on that ankle anymore today." He told her, trying to impersonate the voice she used when dealing with patients.

"No I have to. We need to find a new place to camp." She was already trying to move around again but Bellamy's firm grasp on her knee's stopped her from even moving her legs.

"I know." Octavia said, interrupting the conversation. "You can carry her Bell."

Ok he takes it back. Little sister's were a pain in the ass. There was no way he was carrying Clarke around the woods for two hours. It wasn't that she was heavy or that he couldn't carry her. It was just that if she had his legs wrapped around his waist he'd be thinking of other activities that they could be involved in.

"No I..." He started to protest to Octavia's suggestion but looking up into Clarke's face her saw the desperation. This was the only way they'd be able to transport her through the forest and if they stopped here until her ankle was better then they might never get going again. "Alright fine."

He stood up and yelled over Miller, Murphy and Jasper to come and empty his pack so that he could carry Clarke on his back. They'd all exchanged looks while walking over and he was pretty sure that Jasper nearly made a remark when he told them what was happening.

So 5 minutes later with Clarke on his back they started again through the forest to find suitable place to start a camp. The other's kept pointing out places as they were going along but the decision was up to Bellamy and Clarke and Clarke knew just the place she wanted to find. Bellamy however was having a lot of trouble concentrating on his surroundings with Clarke on his back.

He'd thought he'd be ok with having her legs around his waist but damn the she had muscular thighs. It was probably from all the walking though the forest and the running from Grounders and Mountain Men. Yet that wasn't even the worst of it.

When agreeing to Octavia's plan he'd forgotten that Clarke's chest would be pressed up against he realised that she'd be up against his back, he just hadn't realise how close. She'd wrapped her arms around his neck so now the whole of her chest was pressed against his back and he could quite ignore the feeling.

…..

This continued for nearly two hours Bellamy trying to ignore the feel of Clarke pressed against his back and Clarke looking around the forest.

"You alright there Bell." Clarke's voice in his ear broke the thought's he was having as she leant forward.

"Just great Princess." He replied through gritted teeth.

"Well.." She carried on swinging her legs by the side of his waist. " Be careful with my legs. I've been told they're very important.

"Hey" He exclaimed, pinching her legs slightly. "No fair. I was completely drunk and had no clue what I was doing."

"Ohh, I know." The teasing note in her voice was becoming more evident now. He was about to reply and tell her he could always drop her on the ground. When her gasp in his ear and the tightening of her legs made him stop.

"Oh Bell look"

He looked up and took in the view that was in front of him. It was perfect.

"Well everyone." Clarke spoke up." Welcome to your new home"

A/N: Whooo longest chapter yet. Sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth it. The next chapter should be up by Wednesday next week. I wonder what their new home looks like ;) xxx